![]() A December Too ColdA Poem by Philip S.
Snow fell over the eyelash
exactingly blindness over the emerald, fearful seer. Snow deafened, encompassed the night-slain forest and the freezing soul had shed tears lost in the aging, despairing pool of iced over faith. What valued day will forsake the long company of the missing, gassed year? Green, Blue, Brown, and Hazel turn Gray conforming to a harrowing, sacrificing bond. But a painful, racist eve drives the sickle through frozen hearts breeding enduring, persevering courage. Cruelty's b*****d - adopted by good and legend. © 2012 Philip S. |
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